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 into the measure of the chorus, new undreamt-of and torturing words seemed to sear themselves upon my mind: —

“She cud make — some’un — more happier’n wot he is!

“Some’un — cud make — yer more happier’n wot y’are!

“Dere’s all — kines er people — an’ den dere is Miss Berrit’!

“An’ you’d oughter — git marrit — Mist’ San’s!”

Was it any wonder that I felt that the moon of my intelligence was in its last quarter?

Presently, I had an opportunity of taxing Miss Berrith with what I felt to be her undue reticence. I had been thrashing through the woods for a half-hour with no particular aim but exercise in view, when I came abruptly into a little clearing, where the level pitched sharply down in a kind of rocky terrace, and, pausing, to take breath and survey the vista thus opened to me, I was suddenly aware of a